Be well good sir! Sad to hear, but I've always been a proponent of balance, hope you find it!
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Randal continues his story while he moves behind Emi, looking from the dancer, to his bow, and back again before resting a hand on her shoulder and offering what little assistance he can.
Randal peeks out the door and then slams it shut, yelling "Thank goodness the troglodytes are out there too to mask Kick-no-no's stench!"
Giving up his hiding spot, Randal rushes to where he hears the noises.
"He might just be invisible! Listen for his giant nose to bump into something, or just smell him out, I can tell he's been eating rotten carcass'!" Randal says loudly.
"I am a sucker for a good taunt. Do you know to where he runs when he vanishes?" Randal asks from his hiding spot.
Flipping his cloak around to the pale grey reverse, Randal tries to blend in with the webs.
Randal's demeanour seems to chane as Zaiobe tells her story.
"I think we can help you deal with this trickster, help us find him, and we can put an end to his games. Randal offers, raising his bow.
Always a skeptic, Randal looks for dishonesty is her words.
Randal is slow to trust the creature, but if it is clear that the others are waiting for him to touch it's hand, he does so.
Randal lowers his bow and removes the arrow, but his eyes never leave the harpy.
Taking the lull as an chance to bolster their defenses, Randal moves to Emi and casts cure light wounds on the injured dancer.
Randal glances at Soli, then back to the creature. Knocking an arrow and bringing his bow to full draw, he says "Just say the word and I'll send her a message she can't misunderstand."
Shaking off his momentary stupor, Randal collects his bow from the gound and resumes his story.
It's true....I can't seem to remember Reiko at all...….
All that sounds fine, I'm totally unfamiliar with the ap, so if you think it's too crawly, I yield to your opinion.
The skreech hits Randal like a church bell rung with his head inside it. His story stops as his balance and wits are challanged. he freezes, unable to recover either.
"Feast on arrows all you want, demonspawn! Steel tips will be your last meal!" Randal yells into the room. Sending an arrow sailing into the room, he continues his story.
Making no attempt at secrecy, Randal begins booming out a dark story about some foolish mice that made a pact with a bat.
I'd prefer to stay. All my games are here. If the group moved I'll try to as well.
After a moment of silence, Randal says "We seem to have not raised an alarm yet. We should move quickly to press that advantage."
We can, of course, assume Randal acted with great honor and bravery.....
Randal does his best to help clean up and then hides and readies his bow instead of a story this time.
Randal stows his bow and begins to drag one of the lizards out of sight of the hall.
"..and too late the lowly lizard realized that the hawk would be last to hear his grumblings..." Randal looses an arrow at bleeding opponent in front of Emi.
As the others spring the trap, Randal begins a story about an old, fat, lazy lizard who complained about the rocks under his feet so much, he never saw the hawk circling above him. bts: Standard action to activate inspire courage
I like the current setup. (well done whomever)
Randal tucks back into a nook, flipping his cloak from its normal colorful pattern to the inverse, a grey matching the stone almost perfectly. After melting into the wall, he readies his bow.
"I can get behind just about any plan that starts with 'Randal is right'." The bard replies with a grin.
"I agree with Jerukh. Avoiding them would be quickest for us, but leaves them to harass others in the future. Facing them is the hard way, but it guarantees they won't be creeping up behind us." Randal offers.
sorry, totally misread my spoiler
I believe we have proceeded (stealthily, as far as we know) into the first room of the castles ground floor.
Randal gladly shows the others the hidden tunnel.
stealth and perception if needed:
"They smelled pretty terrible to me." Randal chimes in, while helping to find this 'secret entrance'.
"Suit yourself," Randal replies with a wry smile, "But when it starts floating in mid-air and summons fire-breathing demon-dragons bent on eating all the rum cake in the world, I will say I told you so."
As details about the medallion come to light, Randal looks through his pack carefully.
He stands when ready and takes a few steps toward the castle, waiting for the others.
"Well, I've been known to be pretty nearly invisible at times. If sneaking in to check things out is what's needed, I'm your man." Randal says, whirling his cape in a flourish and then hiding poorly behind Emi.
Randal gathers his few belongings and readies himself to travel.
With a wry smile, Randal clarifies the conditions of their first meeting.
He produces some brightly colored paper from a fold in his jacket and folds it into an intricate, ornate flower, placing it near Emi as a little nest should the dragon want to relocate.
Taking full advantage of the chanca to stare at Emi, Randal chuckles and says "I see not newcomers recieve the same welcome"
DMS: "I think they do. Some anyway. The dancer from the Dragon is wary. And who could blame her. We grew up in the same world." Randal stops abruptly as a light goes on in his head.
they trust her....they know her.. she is one of them. Family....if she can.... Returning to the now, Randal answers the rest of the question. "Wine and ales are a Fine finished product....I am still mash."
DMS: "I would try again if I thought it would yield a different result" he replies as he climbs up to help. "I am Randal. Who are you?"
DMS: "It's not that simple." Randal replies. "What the others have, loyalties, family, trust. They don't just give those things to you because you want them." Randal sighs as he thinks back. "They make you earn them, over years. And they seldom tolerate shortcomings. There is no forgiveness in people anymore"
Looks like good wi-fi at the lake!
gone for a week starting tomorrow. If my phone gets service, I will post daily, if not, bot me as needed.
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